My mom’s birthday is 4/26 and she died at 4:26 p.m. Since then, “426” pops up,an awful lot. An awful lot.
I realize many people will think this is similar to when you buy a new car and then you notice that make and model everywhere. It could be labeled wishful thinking on my part, grasping at straws, making something out of nothing. An analytical slicer and dicer of all things such as myself has played the Devil’s Advocate, in a situation where the Devil, if you so believe, would have a vested interest in the significance of these occurrences.
My mom’s birthday is next week and we are also entering into the time of year when she became ill. She is on my mind very much and this morning I was talking to her in my head as I sometimes do. Immediately after my chat with her, I began searching for images of Fitbits on peoples’ arms as I am thinking of getting one and wanted to get an idea of how it looks when you wear one. About three or four photos into the search results, I found what I was googling for. Enlarging the picture to determine if I was able to see the display, I discovered I was able to view it. And the time on the Fitbit was 4:26.
The Fitbit will track many things including my steps, other activityv and heart rate. But I don’t need a piece of technology to tell me the heart doesn’t lie. And neither do the numbers.
